There's that look in your eyes again; the look that contains both malice and humour. It is impossible for me to read. The deviant glint makes me think that you are about to kill me, yet the smirk creeping upon your lips makes me wonder if you're about to tell me a joke.

It's that expression that truly makes me question your sanity. Behind those shimmering blue eyes I can see a kind of vacancy where your logical reasoning should be. Just that simple, split-second glance tells me all that I need to know: that you have no idea what you're going to do, but you're definitely going to have fun doing it.

The look is one of anticipation of total satisfaction. The gleam in those eyes, very similar to the one reflecting off of the cold steel blade you twirl listlessly between your fingers. Perhaps you're going to cut my throat. Perhaps you're going to suddenly snap the knife closed and laugh maniacally for no apparent reason. Not knowing is what terrifies me.

And it's also what I love about you.

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